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words
As we now face… (poetry)
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Remember now… (poetry)
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It Seems We’re Trapped… (poetry)
It seems we’re trapped in a grand delusion
Hypnotized by a group illusion
Drip fed horror, seasoned with fear
With extras of grief, making it clear
How we are viewed, as though wood for the fire
As expendable products they want to expire
Giving the tools to dehumanise
Then it becomes like it was in their eyes
Rather than helping and giving some hope
Instead, they look down and hand you the rope
Making it harder to just get on by
Nudging and wanting you just to comply
But behind that deal to help you to cope
It’s just a different type of rope
To keep you tied to the systems need
Consuming people, it seems that greed
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Has taken over
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Words and Meaning – article reading
A reading of my article – Words and Meaning
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Words and Meaning
It seems words are being used in a very strange game at the moment, and to be honest, have always been used in some way, to control, dictate and define society and the way we are educated to understand basic things. Now they are being weaponised in a new way though, or at least new to us in this time. Already covered a bit in my article What’s In A Name, from the point of view of what you are called for your given name, and how some people use that as a basis to feel victimised. However, on top of that debacle, there is a separate yet related one making itself known too.
Terms being introduced to redefine the words of womanhood and female related issues. You may have heard some of them, chestfeeder instead of breastfeeding, birthgiver instead of mother, and now the absolute zinger of – Bonus Hole instead of using anatomical terms, so vagina is out, bonus hole is in. Woman are starting to sounds like a variety of ‘rides’ at the fairground. Start with the birthgiver game, moving onto the chestfeeding section, finally winning the bonus hole round. And maybe it is a game to the ones who seek to infiltrate and redefine things for others of the female persuasion. I read an article the other day about menopause as I was interested to see how they would word it, and as I suspected, not one mention of the word woman. I am also quite bemused by the strange term being attributed to those who do not partake in a same sex ‘lifestyle’, that it seems necessary for everyone to be renamed and labelled, so there is no normal. Personally, it makes me chuckle every time I see ‘CIS’, partly because it is a label that someone else has decided to allocate to people, and partly because in my world, it means construction industry scheme, so is a tax status, not a sexual orientation. Buy hey, who am I to tell people what words they can and can’t use and what they mean or don’t mean, honestly, I love words and their meanings. How those meaning came to be defined, and redefined for purpose and general use.
And that is it really, the purpose. Look at what words have achieved so far, just in the last few years so many have been twisted and commandeered, and those that can’t be, it seems some of those are up for being removed altogether if they get in the way of ‘social advancement’. Because words can cause feelings, and feelings can be used against people, so you go back a step and work out what words will be most hurtful, meaningful and useful. As we know, within racism there are certain words that have been clearly weaponised and used for the purpose of negativity and making people feel bad, belittled and inferior. That’s literally what they are designed for, on all sides, towards different colours, genders, ideas, looks, religion etc. All of these differences are just variances of the same thing, yet people fight over them, to the death in some cases, usually started or spurned on with words.
Categories and Labels help to divide people, and vanity and ego play their part to allow people to want to be separated out. But it is an odd thing to see segregation making a comeback, I genuinely thought people wouldn’t want to be racially separated again, having hated it and fought it when it was against a certain group. But I now see white people being excluded from a comedy club which wanted a black only audience, a black only graduation, businesses that only want to serve black customers. Which kind of threw me I guess, thinking everyone wanted to be accepted in the same society and as equals. People really are people though, whatever their location, upbringing, heritage and ideals – they are all susceptible of falling into the same trap. Selectivism perhaps, or just hypocritical maybe. Becoming that which you claim to hate the most, must be an odd way to live. And equally odd, trying to be that which you clearly hate. I guess it’s the recent BLM hoo-ha that made me do a double take on it all, hearing some incredibly racist things which are now deemed acceptable because it was the ‘oppressed’ group saying it. Shocking, or not if you understand people are people, are some of them are very hateful in nature. It doesn’t matter what colour people are, it’s what they say and do that shocks or interests me, not what their exterior skin sack looks like…
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It’s An Odd Time… (poetry)
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Let’s not mince words (Rhyming Reason)
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The strangest tale… (poetry)
The strangest tale
A scourge on our time
Of demons and evils
A sinister crime
A darkness unveiling
That more can now feel
No longer it matters
What they say is real
Because with a knowing
Is an absence of fear
It’s more than belief
It’s a deep-felt idea
That in their quite twisted
And augmented dream
Where they cannot let go
Of this digital scheme
They’re caught in a loop
And cannot now stray
There’s too much at stake
And now is in play
It’s not as sewn up
As it maybe appeared
It’s gone rather rogue
And now really weird
With things being darker
Than some can admit
But others who’ve noticed
Will no longer sit
And allow this disaster
On our watch to unfold
And when the time comes
We need to be bold
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In these strange times ahead
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It seems their hand… (poetry)
It seems their hand
They’ve overplayed
And their welcome
Well out stayed
A box of worn tools
That wants to dictate
Creating a landscape
Of worry and hate
Of numbers and rules
And pawns for a plan
Not about living
But more if they can
Crush and contain
What it is that we do
Wanting to change us
To be something new
A dampened down version
To do as we’re told
The future’s not bright
In fact it’s been sold
But we are complicit
If we do go along
With all of the bullshit
And all of the wrong
That is now around us
And more than on show
Time keeps ticking on
And further we go
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To whatever end
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